[There's a pause, a moment of silence, before she takes her knife and jams the tip of it into the wooden table. Not hard enough to split the piece of furniture, but the utensil is stuck in there pretty good. Up she gets on her feet, turning to glare in Solomon's direction. He's got a stick up his ass this morning and she knows it.]
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[There's a pause, a moment of silence, before she takes her knife and jams the tip of it into the wooden table. Not hard enough to split the piece of furniture, but the utensil is stuck in there pretty good. Up she gets on her feet, turning to glare in Solomon's direction. He's got a stick up his ass this morning and she knows it.]
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